End: Fighting, Not Fucking

It was a nasty thought, especially considering how brief a time Lois Lane and Wonder Woman had been "together," but as black lightning burst from the demon's form and the violet aura around Diana began to dim—as Lois saw that the Amazon was on her back, her hands gripped around the scarlet succubus' wrists, the claws of which strove to press downwards and gouge out the eyes of her foe—the reporter felt a wave of relief that her lover wasn't cheating on her.

She was, however, in quite a nasty position.

The idol on the altar was solid and heavy. Lois huffed and puffed as she hauled the thing off, which had to weigh a hundred pounds. She staggered under the load, as black lightning hit indiscriminately all around her. Diana was so focused on her battle, she wasn't even aware of what Lois was doing until the shadow of the idol eclipsed Blaze's head.

It was not a scientific blow. Lois simply brought the heavy stone idol down on the back of the demon's skull with whatever **** she could muster, which wasn't much to add to gravity in this case...and the hideous crunch when it struck, the sickening spurt of blood, caught Lois unprepared.

The black storm ended. The demon hung limp in the Amazon's arms.

For a moment, all was stillness.

"Did we get her?" Lois asked. The idol was around the reporter's knees, Lois half bent-over and struggling to hold it aloft.

Then Blaze threw back her head and screamed.

What followed was the single most unpleasant adrenaline-fueled fifteen minutes of Lois Lane's life. Wonder Woman held the screaming, writhing, bleeding, sparking demon as Lois Lane laborously brought the idol up and down, again and again. At one point during the fight, Blaze's head spun around on her neck and she screamed blasphemies about what she would do to Lois...in anatomical detail...and then Lois brought the idol down so hard that the horns snapped off of Blaze's skull, and the dol broke in two.

Finally, something gave within the broken body of the demon...and a red mist slid out of her crushed and now-headless form. It wavered in the air above the body.

Lois Lane gave it the finger.

The shadow thickened into a crimson effigy of a face...wavered again...and then faded.

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois said as she collapsed onto her ass next to the Amazon, who pulled herself off the floor.

"Hera's tits," Diana said. She sat down next to Lois and wrapped one meaty arm around the reporter's shoulders. "You battled well."

"Couldn't let you have all the fun," Lois said.

"You could indeed have left it to me. It was dangerous..." The Amazon said.

"I, uh...didn't like the idea of someone beating up my girlfriend," Lois said. She slipped her hand around Diana's waist.

"Hmm. Traditionally, after battle Amazons bathe together and bind one another's wounds."

"And fuck until one of them can't walk?" Lois said, as she let her head rest against the Amazon's shoulder.

"Not for days," Wonder Woman promised.

Lois Lane closed her eyes. This whole night had been crazy. She had never, even in her strangest wet dreams, imagined herself in a sexual relationship with Wonder Woman. Yet it felt like they just...clicked.

Maybe it wouldn't work out. Lois Lane looked back at the events of this night, all the decisions that had led her to this point, and wondered how things might have been different...but the fact is, she was sitting butt-to-butt next to a real-life Amazon, after having just given the devil the finger.

Which was as good a night out as she could imagine.

"Come, let us get a bottle of wine. I wish to drink out of your cup." Diana said.

It took Lois a moment to parse that.

"You mean, you want to drink it out of my pussy?" Lois asked.

"Yes. Old Amazon tradition."

Lois Lane grinned.

"Tell me more about these old Amazon traditions..."